The wheels rolled towards Mexico City. Every time Ferring arrives in a big city, he stayed for a day to build momentum and carried out the so-called "propaganda of love and justice". The legion officials along the way were not ordered by their superiors, so they really couldn't do what to do, but Ferring himself was greatly encouraged.

"Did you see it? No one stops us. This means that public opinion is on our side."

"Those officials were even pleased with us, and we were not troubled by purchasing daily necessities."

“The road is very smooth, and journalists from all over the world follow us. It feels so good to be a celebrity.”

Feilin converted the container truck he bought into a station wagon. The living facilities in the car are very complete, and life along the way is very comfortable. At this moment, he constantly published his columns through satellites to inform all those in North America who are following him - I will enter Mexico City on behalf of the people of North America!

"Raul, I must be more handsome at that time. I will show my calm side in front of the dictatorial tyrant. I have a comprehensive solution to the situation I am about to face.

I think Victor Hugo is unlikely to throw me into prison, because I came with an olive branch, peace and equality are my wings, and persecuting me is equivalent to persecuting everyone in North America.

I think Victor Hugo could not refuse to meet me again, as this would affect his image. If he refused, he should have stopped me long ago instead of letting me come all the way.

I think the biggest possibility of Victor Hugo is to have a fierce verbal confrontation with me during the meeting, and I think he should be prepared too. So I was thinking about asking questions more intensely or gentlely?

But no matter how he deals with it, I will let him show his stubborn, cold and cruel side to the world. If he compromises with me, I will just tell the world that this tyrant is not scary at all."

Felin kept simulating the process of meeting Victor Hugo. He called this meeting the "century meeting" that created history, and his confidence in himself became more and more, and he was even so excited that he couldn't sleep all night.

The propaganda truck eventually drove all the way into Mexico City. When the speed of the vehicle decreased, Ferrin could leisurely see the city under restoration through the window. People on both sides of the road were really curious about this strange visitor, and many people were watching it.

"Okay, get out of the car." Feilin got out of the car with great energy and directed more than a dozen subordinates to pull a banner with slogans and hold up several big banners. He looked at the passers-by slowly approaching the roads around him and said in his heart: "This city will surely be the beginning of my legend."

The loudspeaker on the roof of the truck was removed and someone was carrying it. Feilin stood behind the banner, holding the loudspeaker microphone with one hand and the banner with the other. In front was the cameraman Raul, who was running on the road with a camera, leaving a video record for this epic operation.

Get ready together and set off!

Ferin grabbed the microphone and shouted loudly: "Citizens of the Aurora Legion, I am Ferin from the New York Brotherhood, I come with a wish for peace..."

The volume of the large decibels spreads far and can be heard within two or three kilometers. Feilin will walk to the headquarters of the Aurora Legion with banners and flags, and express his feelings to the commander of Victor Hugo. As he walks and speaks, more and more people in the city are surrounded by doubts or curiosity.

Soon, there were hundreds of people following Feilin, stretching for two or three hundred meters, and it seemed to be quite powerful. It was like a parade led by Feilin, with more and more people gathering.

Seeing that the people's participation was so high, Felin, who was cutting the way, had his feet weak and as if he was walking in the clouds. He even felt that he was like Moses who had cut through the Red Sea, leading the people in suffering to happiness and freedom.

Success, success, I will definitely succeed!

Instead of going directly to the headquarters of the Legion, Ferlin took a little detour to attract more people to follow. The time he arrived in Mexico City was also specially selected. Today is the weekend, and there are many people resting at home, and many people came out to watch the fun.

There were no police stops along the way, and no army blocking the road, and everything went smoothly. When Felin found that at least tens of thousands of people were noisy behind him, he happily felt like the God who dominated everything.

Seeing the parade at the peak of excitement, Feilin calmly seized the opportunity and turned to the army headquarters. The parade that had been circled for a long time quickly discovered the direction change, and the noisy sound became even more sensational.

"We have so many people." Ferlin said optimistically to his partner Raul: "You should also take some shots, maybe it will bring them closer to us."

"I tried it, and they seemed to have some concerns and were reluctant to get close." Raul looked at the parade that was always following twenty or thirty meters behind Feilin, shrugging and saying that he had done his best.

"It's okay, when they see my strength, they will support me." Feilin stepped up his pace and headed to the Legion headquarters faster.

The legion’s headquarters is in Locust Ridge in Mexico City, covering a huge area. Several key departments of the entire legion are here, and the most core one is naturally the headquarters command center where Zhou Qingfeng is located.

However, before arriving at the command center, the garrison troops on the road finally stopped Feilin and others. The parade behind him immediately gathered up and took a half-encirclement to watch Feilin inside.

"My name is Ferlin, from the New York Brotherhood. I come from thousands of miles away to express my feelings to the respected Victor Hugo Legion Commander." Ferlin said to the several legion guards who stopped him with a proud look.

The videographer Raul in the team took the scene accurately, and everyone thought it would become a classic picture.

The guards of the legion on the road looked unlucky. One of the non-commissioned officers walked into the booth and grabbed the phone and said something to his superiors. After hanging up, he replied to Feilin with a word - wait.

Wait? Wait and wait.

Feilin felt that he could wait for a few days without any rush, and he could even take a hunger strike to see Victor Hugo. This was as expected by him, and he was not afraid at all. Now that he had arrived outside the legion headquarters, the head of the legion was the legion commander hiding inside.

However, before long, several large trucks drove over from the road towards the headquarters. Everyone stretched their necks to see if the Legion Commander had arrived in person. However, when the car stopped, they got off the bus were several tall, stout, terrifying and terrifying mutants.

Seeing the mutants, Feilin felt relieved. Everyone knew that the commander of the Aurora Legion had only the guard composed of about 200 mutants, which was his most loyal and powerful personal guard.

The mutant in the lead is ugly like a ghost species that ran out of hell. After it strode up, Feilin once again yelled at his identity and purpose. Whether the other party agreed or refused, he was invincible.

However, the mutant opposite was not anxious or impatient, but looked down at Felin as if he saw a little reptile, and snorted coldly with a strong nasal voice and said, "My name is Marcos, I will deal with you at the order of the commander of the Legion. In fact, you are coming too slowly, I'll wait for you for a long time."

Should I ask an unreasonable mutant to talk to me? Well, I have considered this situation too - Feilin was still confident and wanted to make a speech loudly. In fact, he is just speaking out and expressing his opinions now, and it doesn't matter whether the other person listens or not.

The important thing is to let the vast majority of people in North America hear and see.

But without waiting for Felin to say a few words, Marcos waved his hand behind him, and several mutants moved out of the truck a few wooden tables and a long pole.

As soon as the pole appeared, the procession that followed the lively parade was in an uproar. This thing is famous in Mexico City and is terrifying.

"What are you going to do?" Feilin was also a little surprised.

"Her up a telephone pole," said Marco.

The wooden platform, the long pole, and then..., a sling hanging down. Ferring immediately turned pale and said with a bit of confusion: "This is clearly a gallows."

"Yes, that's right. It's specially prepared for you." Marco picked up Feilin like a chicken and pulled it onto the gallows.

Raul, who was filming below, was stunned, but after a few seconds he screamed even more excitedly, and quickly called an assistant to carry the camera instead of him. He found a microphone and stood in front of the camera and shouted at the assistant carrying the camera.

"Quick, the camera is aimed at me and Ferin on the gallows. I'm going to do a live report. Something unexpected happened. Damn Ferin is going to be finished. Now it's finally my turn to develop, I'm going to get the scoop."

When they saw Feilin on the gallows, the onlookers burst into laughter. Ha..., ha... the laughter was like the clouds shaking, shaking the four fields. Everyone looked like watching a big show and was overjoyed.

The scene in front of me was unexpected, but it was reasonable. No one was too surprised, and the people of Mexico City felt that this was the case.

When the lasso was hung around Felin's neck, the big reporter finally realized that the current situation was completely different from all his expectations. He asked Marco in horror: "What are you doing?"

"Hang you." Marcos said concisely.

"I came with peace." Feilin's forehead was sweating and shaking like a sieve. He found that he could not communicate with the mutants at all, so he could only cry at Raul who was filming under the wooden stage: "Raul, think of a way, think of a way, think of a way, this must be a misunderstanding."

However, Raul below was nervous and trembling all over, shooting the report in front of the camera. He explained the current situation with a fast and excited speed, but he stretched out the microphone and shouted at Felin, who was wearing a sling on his neck.

"Dear Feilin, say something? It's more tragic, more heroic, and inspiring. When your dream comes true, you will be recorded in history soon, so say something last words."

"Fuck you! Find a way to save me." The moment he put on the sling, Fellin couldn't control his body and trembled and peed his pants. His nose and tears flowed, his legs were weak and slid down, but his neck was hanging with a lasso that forced him to force him to support him.

Feilin's embarrassment made the onlookers laugh even more. Feilin forced a smile with tears in his eyes, and asked Marcos behind him: "You want me to make a fool of themselves? Well, I admit you won. Put me down quickly, I know I was wrong. I think this must be a joke, right?"

But Marco hummed coldly, kicked the wooden platform that Feilin was stepping on, and shouted in a deep voice: "The Legion never jokes with people."

The wooden platform fell down and the sling straightened. A slinging scream suddenly came from the scene, and a hanging body floated around in front of everyone's eyes.
Chapter completed!